Father and the moon seem part of each other as I remember that night, and both seem to belong to the night, and so did I. Father had taken us on a steamer for an excursion. The steamer ran onto a rock off Cadboro Bay. We were stuck…
At the back of our old home garden were two giant squares of orchard, one of pear, one of cherry trees, each square as big as a city lot. Between was a long, long asparagus bed, and there was spare land flanked by a gravel walk. This spare…
We played ladies with a girl called Rhoda. There were six little girls, three in Rhoda’s family and three in ours. So we could have a father, a mother, two children (a good one and a bad one) and a visitor or a servant. But the only one…
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